I thought I saw your old, plaid shirt
Through the window of your front door--
But you were not there--
instead a memory met me, fresh, and surpising me
with its quick pain.
I thought I saw your cool blue eye
twinkle 'cross the room
but you were not there--
instead another's eyes met me, blue as well,
but not yours, with no hint of jest or song.
I thought I heard your slow-steady words
tangled in the air of conversation
but you were not there--
instead an echo met me, dear and sweet--
may I never forget the sound!
Dear Grandpa, I missed you today.
In memory of Elwood Maloy, 1933-2015
